Jungle Lady Lyrics

This one's for my down bitch, my, shh, my jungle lady

Girl, I'm in the village visitin' and ridin' with my pendulum, I drive Cyrax and hit Kitana

With my finisher

Country-ass nigga, bust down on a citizen, but how the fuck I go from jungle boy into

The village man

European waitress, Rackays, Wimbledon, knockin' on the door, hear your heartbeat, listenin'

You ain't have to come up off the key cause I was kickin' it, but you won't never see

A nigga swag like me again

Met her in the back room, ain't want her, but I had to

Baby did some shit in the past, but she had to

Told her just relax, I ain't nothin' like your last dude

Three months later, took the wap down to Cancun

Mob left, got the rap game, but I'm back home

I wake up in the morning, turn my swag on

Niggas wake up in the morning, turn they cap on

But I spit too many facts for a rap song

Let me climb up your tree for a coconut

Banana clip in the chop, AR monkey nuts

Conversate with DG, say he got a opening

Mob get in the booth, throwin' uppercuts and punchin' in

Baby, how many hoes can I fit in this Cullinan

I just like to sit and chill, my bitch, she like to cuddle up

Dirty ass cup, flick wrist, then I double up

Mob Belichick , bad bitch, make her huddle up

See, baby, do a trick onna trick, make him give it up

Turn a crib to artwork, he think Mona Lisa comin'

Yeah, my name MOB , but don't be assumptive

Yeah, it's Jungleman in the Jaguar, and I'm rollin' fungal

Baby

Ha, ha, ha

That piano is so nasty

Ayy

Village man in the motherfuckin' mix

Oh, oh, okay